Humor: I Want to Speak to a Manager
"“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her
stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me
over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.
A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up
behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my
body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing
around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did
you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into
earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.
I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled, “I am the manager.”"
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